ParanoidFreak walked from her headquarters into the beautiful sunshine of another Los Angeles day. Beside her was a well dressed man who carried himself proper; this man was pushing a wheelchair like he had so many times before. People often wondered if the man in the wheelchair had a pulse, until the right situation arose and cursives were strewn for all to hear. This morning though, ParanoidFreak hoped to choose her words well and keep the old guy calm for those to hear her instead.

The group walked past the corner store, past the flower shop and to ParanoidFreak's favourite intersection. Here they stopped on the corner and the woman began to speak.

Since before my Godfather JackPepper died there have been many men and ladies who have stuck by Los Angeles and the crews here. Many have worked hard to ensure the city started by Jack continues to grow and prosper and the mob presence is strong enough to keep a foothold on the activities here. This man who sits beside me now has been a constant during this time. He has gone above and beyond the call of duty for my crew, Jake's crew and the city as a whole numerous times.

If anyone knows how my bloodline likes to run a crew, I try to give people who have the drive and will the opportunity to flourish, bring ideas forward and try my best to support those ideas through to the end. FatherJack is one of those members who has taken the initiative and either started a new idea or brought ideas to me. One of these initiatives was for him to save his own money and buy the city a casino. This has brought two things into Los Angeles, more traffic and activity as well as money which he has not just kept for himself but ensured it was used within the city as we needed.

It is with great honour that I am able to present the opportunity to him to continue his work in a new role within Los Angeles. FatherJack has my blessing to set up beside myself and Jake and continue to build this wonderful city.

With that ParanoidFreak knew she needed to end her speech. FatherJack was stirring and was ready to take the floor and let the masses know what he thought of his new role and opportunity. She grabbed one of the two glasses sitting in front of her and looked inside. It was her tea, she knew not to hand him that glass, there was still damage in the wall of the kitchen from the last time FatherJack was offered tea. ParanoidFreak grabbed the other glass and handed it to FatherJack. He took a sip and yelled "DRINK!" before proceeding with his own speech.

As Jack was downing his drink his bodyguard 'Bob' steps from behind the wheel chair to speak on behalf of the elderly priest

"Once again it has fallen to me to convey the words of Father Jack much like the Pope in Rome convey's the voice of god. Now some might say this leacherus, bigoted old priest is too long in the tooth for running a family but let me assure you that below his drunken outer shell there is a true mafioso born to lead."

"Father Jack will not be doing this on his own though, he will be bringing with him a man who's bloodline stretches far back in this thing of ours. Jack's right hand man will be a colossal man, a man with huge stature, that man is Iota."

Father Jack interrupts with a short exclamation

"FAT FECKER"

Bob rolls his eyes

"Yes quite father. Now if I may continue, as some of you may have noticed already there have been some renovations to the St. Clabberts casino making it larger and this is because Father Jack will be running his family from the casino and as such his family name is going to be simply 'St. Clabberts'."

Bob looks back at Jack and gets a slight almost unperceivable approving nod

"I would like to thank Paranoid Freak on behalf of Jack for this opportunity and that it will be a pleasure working with both you and Jake."

PJ was at the Casino in Las Angeles playing a bit of black jack. Losing his money of course. In a fit of rage after the dealers umpteenth blackjack PJ throws a hubcap at his head and wanders off to find a bin to route around in. Turning round he trips over a wheelchair hearing nothing but FECK, ARSE...FECK!. Smiling at the realisation of who was behind him he turns around to face FatherJack

"Father! How wonderful to see you. Your bastard dealers are taking my money. However, I hear from the ole rumour mill that you're now running an organisation out of here. I just wanted to give you a quick congratulations my friend. Good luck with it!"

PJ hands FatherJack a bottle of whiskey before heading off to find them bins.

John had just heard the good news straight from the Freak's mouth. His longtime friend Father Jack was about to be given his chance to command a crew within the city. Frankly, John couldn't think of a better addition to the Los Angeles streets.

True, the senile old priest was, well, a senile old priest. But there was something oddly comforting in that. The old man could always be counted on to speak his mind, and there was no need to mask your intentions or speak in code to him. Hell, if you did, he wouldn't get the point anyway. So as soon as John heard the news he ran to the priest's chambers - an old apse out in St. Clabbert's Casino.

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned. Since we have last talked I have had carnal knowledge many, many women. Like, at least fifteen bombshell blondes. If this is what hell feels like, count me in! John grinned sinfully, and Father Jack's response did not disappoint.

ARSE! FECK! ARSE! Bellowed the priest.

Yes, Father, I have done that as well. Mr. Galt admitted, perhaps a bit too eagerly for a true believer. Though it was true, Mr. Galt was not a believer. Perhaps that was why he and this oddball priest got along so well. Who knew.

In any case, the old friends took the opportunity presented by the confession to catch up on old times. John would tell an incredible tale, and the priest would respond with some suitably incredulous exclamation.

"So here I was, between three surprisingly attractive midgets and a brunette with tits bigger than their oversized heads…"

"FECK OFF!"

And so it went. Time flew by, and John almost forgot the original reason he had come to the confessional. Then it came back to him.

By the way, old pal. Congratulations on the expansion of your casino.

Father Jack roared back, louder than ever. GOBSHITE!

Frank was in the crowd listening to ParanoidFreak and after she and FatherJack was finish he walks up

Congrats my friend you really deserves this

Frank shakes Fathers hand

OOOOOH this is exciting! Well done Mr Jack! Well done indeed sir!

I think there is no one more deserving of this than FatherJack! You have always. Even there for the family and thank you for your eternal help! Congrats!

Congratulations FatherJack i am sure you will do great as crew leader in city of Angels.

Good ole Feck Arse!

Way to go my friend, I am very proud of you on this fine day. I do wish you well as you step into your new leadership position in our beloved city.

Congrats, may we celebrate all weekend!

Jon Snow walks out into the street and blows a horn once, before letting out a hearty yell.

Congrats FatherJack, I am completely sure you have earned this, and can not wait to watch you prosper!

Throughout the announcement, Aeolus whistles and claps repeatedly. After the crowd settles down and people begin to disperse, Aeolus walks over to the pair and extends his hand.

Congratulations, FatherJack. I'm thrilled to see our city expanding under your leadership. I wish you the best. 

Having recently come to these shores Zal had already approached FatherJack about work in his casino.

Father, this is a great honour and one that you truly deserve. I look forward to working in your casino shaking down the marks.

As the Badger approaches father jack - with a firm handshake,great to see what you can set divinely in LA... great prosper, in the good city of Angels..alot of good members and followers will help you on your journey.Best of luck my friend...Aye ,we will have a great time on the coast.